All Hail the King! Dear Bradypus, you have climbed the hitherto unimagined mountain of cow chips and have attained the summit from whence you now gaze upon your humble cow chipping subjects . . .

Quite right, Mbo, a very, very, special award must be assigned this most fantastic achievement of songwriting . . . the Keeper of the Book shall take the day to meditate on this matter of most high importance and arrive at a decision.

-- Áine (still bowing to the east in utmost amazement)